("Here I am ...")
Fan: Here's one-
Sens mgmt: Ninepence.
Sens team: (feebly) I'm not dead!
Sens mgmt: (suprised) What?
Fan: Nothing! Here's your ninepence....
Sens team: I'm not dead!
Sens mgmt: 'Ere! 'E says 'e's not dead!
Fan: Yes he is.
Sens team: I'm not!
Sens mgmt: 'E isn't?
Fan: Well... he will be soon-- he's double-digits out...
Sens team: I won the last game.
Fan: So what, you'll be mathematically eliminated in a moment.
Sens mgmt: I can't take 'im like that! It's against the CBA!
Sens team: I don't want to go in the draft lottery....
Fan: Oh, don't be such a baby.
Sens mgmt: I can't take 'im....
Sens team: I feel fine!
Fan: Well, do us a favor...
Sens mgmt: I can't!
Fan: Can you hang around a couple of games? He won't be long...
Sens mgmt: No, gotta get to Therrien's, they lost again yesterday.
Fan: Well, when's your next round?
Sens mgmt: Thursday.
Sens team: I think I'll go on a streak....
Fan: You're not fooling anyone, you know--
(to Sens mgmt) Look, isn't there something you can do...?
(they both look around)
Sens team: Phaneuf fixes the top four! MacArthur will be back soon!
(Sens mgmt deals the team a swift blow to the head by playing Wiercioch. The team goes limp.)
Fan: (throwing the team onto the cart) Ah. thanks very much.
Sens mgmt: Not at all. See you on Draft Day!